I'm pretty sure it was last night when I started disliking Oliver Perez.
The Mets lost 11-0 to the worst team in the major leagues. I can handle that.
The Mets have scored one run in two games against that same team. I've been through this before.
But Oliver Perez continues to operate oblivious to all that goes on around him. And when he bunted with a man on and no on last night and proceeded to stroll to first base, I lost it.
When you're in the starting lineup, your job is to help win the game. Oliver laid a decent bunt down the third base line. A quicker effort to first might have forced an error. In fact, a better sprint to first may have BEATEN the throw.
But Perez jogged out of the box, then practically walked down the line. Lame.
Perhaps Oliver was auditioning for his future team in The Bronx, where ownership recommends its pitchers not gain any experience on the base path, lest they hurt their overweight legs.
Ollie's head-case antics were charming when he got here. They were quirks last year, when he won 15 games.
Now he has helped cost a manager and a pitching coach his job. Willie and Rick helped punch their own ticket out of town but the players should feel some responsibility...and show some remorse by trying a bit harder. But there's our Ollie, mixing up arm motions, piling on the walks and dogging it up the line. Nonsense.
Meanwhile, we'll be in lovely Loge13 tonight, wounded back and all.